"As a teacher for a day, a hundred days of grace."
Mr. Lu, who holds great reverence for teachers and education, didn't waste a single minute.
In forty-five minutes—just the time for one class—he had achieved a full sweep under his motor-like, fierce output.
"Class is over~"
The student bowed her head, reached out a hand, pulled out a wet wipe, and gently patted the thin sweat from the female teacher's forehead with a patient and gentle tone.
The afternoon sun filtered through the corner of the curtain, casting pale marks on the bedsheet.
"..."
Guo Minjie lay sprawled out in a spread-eagled position, her breaths gradually slowing, her gaze empty as she stared blankly at the ceiling—immobile, much like a sloth.
After Lu Jincheng had used up two wet wipes, she at last lowered her eyelids and let out a light hum through her nose, as a sort of acknowledgment.
"Uh-huh."
"Xiao Jie, wasn't I punctual? I didn't go over by a minute."
